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Naughty Nov. With Eve Langlais

This secretary is out to teach her boss a lesson he won't soon forget.

Isabelle and her boss Grant had a one night stand that rocked, but since then he's been avoiding her. Miffed at his behavior, she's determined to bring him to his knees. Drawing upon her dominant and kinky side, she first makes him regret his actions, and then makes him come crawling back for more. But Isabelle is after more than just revenge and sexual satisfaction, she's grooming Grant to be her very first slave. The question is, can her boss let go of his inhibitions and let Isabelle take charge?

Excerpt: (18+)

Grant sneaked out of her bed like a thief-tip toeing and barely breathing, desperate to evade capture. She watched him with one eye partly open, wondering if he could truly be so callous after the night of frantic lovemaking in which they'd indulged. Surely he felt some remnants of the passion they'd shared. Her body ached pleasantly.

Once he was dressed, he approached the bed and gave her a soft kiss. She pretended to be sleeping, but couldn't stop the half smile that curved her lips.

He's mine now.

* * * * *

Monday morning at the office, Grant acted like nothing had happened.

"Isabelle, get me a cup of coffee and then dig out the files for the Peterman case," he demanded without even looking up.

Isabelle, who'd worn a brand new pantsuit that showed off her curvy figure, bit her tongue. We're at work, and I know how dedicated he is. You watch. He'll probably take me to lunch or dinner.

That didn't happen. Instead, her boss left the office on supposed business and didn't return for the rest of the day, even though she lingered until well after five in case he came rushing back.

Annoyed, she went home and made herself a nice martini with an extra olive. I could have sworn he liked me. After all, he couldn't get enough of me on Saturday…

Just thinking about that evening made her squirm in her seat. She'd had such grand plans for the two of them. But today, Grant had acted as if she barely existed. Surely he hadn't been that drunk. And even if he'd over imbibed before they started, he sure as hell had been sober by the time they were done.

Maybe he didn't want to be caught socializing with romantic intent at work. That had to be it. The big boss, the one everybody in the company had to obey, frowned upon office affairs.

Fine, I can respect that. I'll approach him after work. She refused to admit that he had her phone number and could have called her anytime.

The next day, Isabelle dressed to the nines and arrived at the office with an expectant smile, only to again be disappointed. Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. Grant barely acknowledged her existence and never once met her eyes. He couldn't run away two days in a row, so instead he closeted himself in his office, feigning phone calls whenever she popped in to bring him files.

The more aloof he acted, the more Isabelle's ire grew. How dare he ignore me after playing with my body so intimately?

Her attempts at engaging him in conversation were met with polite evasions, and somehow she couldn't manage to speak to him alone after work.

She tried to corner him again on Wednesday. "Grant," she said, "about Saturday night-"

"Sorry, I'm needed down in accounting," he said, cutting her off abruptly. "Can this wait until later?"

Of course, later never came.

By the end of the day on Thursday, Isabelle had reached her boiling point. Like a trained military operative, Grant evaded her using skills and techniques that defied belief. She even attempted the oops-I-dropped-my-pencil routine while wearing a stupidly short skirt. For a moment, when she'd straightened, she thought she saw a flicker of interest in his eyes, but just as quickly the polite mask she'd come to hate came over his face again.

Screw him. She needed to go at this differently. Instead of waiting for him to act or say something to acknowledge what had transpired between them and continue from there, she plotted an operation of her own, called Operation: Get The Boss. It was simple, really.

On Friday, she brought what she needed to accomplish her first objective in a large carry all. When he told her at five o'clock he would be working late, she was ready. He also ordered her to run across the street to fetch him some dinner before she left-with no mention of dinner for her, of course. No matter. It gave her the perfect excuse to implement her plan and bring him to heel.

* * * * *

Awareness returned to Grant slowly, discomfort immediately, and overall, confusion reigned supreme. What the hell?

He opened his heavy eyelids to see that he still sat in his office. I must have fallen asleep. That's odd, because the last thing I remember is eating dinner.

Grant tried to shift his stiff body into a more comfortable position, but discovered he couldn't. His forearms were bound to the armrests of his chair, and his torso was lashed to the back.

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Naughty Nov. with Lissa Matthews

Blurb:

A tool for every job. A belt for every occasion…

Blue Jeans and Hard Hats, Book 2

Food is Rosie's life, and life is good. She loves it, makes it, serves it in her diner, writes about it in her blog, and she's happy. At least until a storm puts a rather large tree limb through her roof, and a sex-in-a-tool-belt roofer on top of her cabin.

But that's not where she wants him. No, she wants him behind her with a strip of leather in his hand. That's what makes her edgy—vulnerability is not her style. Except the more prickly she gets with him, the more he turns on the charm.

Decker arrives in Blue Ridge, Georgia, with nothing on his mind but a job and some new scenery. His legendary patience is tested from the first moment he meets sharp-tongued Rosie. She's got hips that sway, non-stop curves and a mouth that needs to be filled with things that are much sweeter than vinegar.

A few singe-worthy kisses, and Decker uncovers passions that will likely earn her every red stripe she's begging for. And Rosie discovers Decker's got a hunger burning deep inside to give her anything and everything she needs. Maybe even…forever.

Warning: Between the sheets of this book you'll find a twist on a decadent southern dessert, sweet rose wine, picnic table sexiness, truck sex, a man who knows how to give a spanking and a woman who knows how to bend over a hot yummy lap.

Excerpt:

"What's your favorite color?"

"Yellow. Bright like sunshine or lemon yellow."

Rosie turned. She was on her knees looking through the second drawer on the right side of her dresser. Three of the six drawers were full of lace, mesh, satin, cotton, plain, flowered, patterned and animal-print bras and panties.

The pair she'd been wearing was in the washing machine along with her work dress.

Decker was stretched out on her bed, his boots, belt and T-shirt gone. His jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped and he had his cock out in his hand, stroking while watching her search for another pair of panties and another bra.

She'd never seen a cock as lovely as his and boy oh boy, it was lovely. Perfect length, perfect width, perfectly straight shaft with a perfectly shaped crown. It would taste perfect too. She didn't know how she knew exactly, but the way her mouth watered just looking at it, just watching his hand grip and slide up and over the head then back down again to wrap tight around the base… Oh yeah, it was the loveliest, most perfect cock she'd ever seen.

She'd never watched a man masturbate. At least, not in person. She'd seen it in porn but never in her bed. Hell, no man had ever actually been in her bed. In other beds she'd slept in, yes, but this one bed here in her house, nope. Never.

And Decker looked as though he'd always been there, like he belonged there.

"Like what you see?"

A simple yes didn't seem sufficient enough, so she simply nodded and returned to the task at hand. She had in mind exactly what she wanted and it wasn't anywhere in the second drawer. She closed it and moved across to the second drawer on the other side. At the bottom, in the back corner, was the lemon yellow lingerie she'd been hunting.

She grabbed the two pieces and stood, shutting the drawer with her foot. She should have been a little nervous being naked in front of him. It wasn't the first time that day that she'd been naked while he still had some clothes on, but it was the first time she'd been naked with him in her house, in her bedroom. But she felt nothing…nothing except comfort, nothing except a lot of hunger and lust, nothing except…she was in love with him.

"Why do we need these?" she asked, holding up the bra and panties.

"Because of the way you said you had plenty more where the first set came from. It was sexy and made me curious and damn woman, what you're holding in your hand right now, I'm really curious about. Show me."

He was a god lying there on her bed. The bad boy, the popular guy, the cool one that everyone else wanted to be like, that every woman wanted to like her. He was every fantasy. And he wanted her to put on a bright yellow bra and panties because she was sexy to him. He wanted her to climb on the bed with him so he could fuck her because she was sexy to him. He wanted her and who in the hell was she to deny him?

After all, he was sexy to her too.

One strap at a time she pulled the yellow bra up her arms and reached around to hook it. There were three hooks to catch in the eyelets. The larger the breasts, the larger the bra, and often the more hooks. Lucky for her, in this one instance where it mattered most, she got them all in the same row of eyelets on the second try. It usually took her at least three or four tries and most times, the hooks ended up in some sort of zigzag pattern.

Feeling around behind her back though told her she got it all straight this time. Thank heavens. She bent forward, arranged her tits in the cups just right and comfortable then took the sheer scrap of matching yellow material with the lace strip and stepped into it, one foot at a time. She pulled it up over her calves and knees, up over her thighs to rest just at her hips. She loved this little thing, swishing around her ass as she walked or moved.

"It's a skirt."

She beamed at the heated way he looked at her. "Yes. There's a G-string that goes with it, but, if your intent is sex, the string isn't really necessary."

"No, it's not. Damn, Rosie. It's beautiful. It's also the sexiest fucking thing I think I've ever seen."

He rolled over onto his back and adjusted his jeans down his hips a bit more. "C'mon. Climb up."

He didn't offer his hand to her. He didn't offer to help her at all. He just watched her with those amazing eyes of his and she couldn't remember ever feeling quite so hot, quite so aroused, quite so wanted. In all truth, she probably hadn't been any of those things at all, not like she was with him.

Decker was hot damn fucking gorgeous. He was in her bed with the most beautiful cock standing straight and tall and harder than a rock. And it was all for her, all because of her.

Starting at the foot of the bed, Rosie placed one knee on the edge, then placed the other knee just ahead of the first. She crawled slowly between his spread legs, her eyes moving back and forth from his cock to his face. Lust and encouragement filled his gaze, anticipation too. She knew it, recognized it because she was feeling the same thing and knew it was written all over her body.

When her mouth was level with his cock, when her knees were bunched up tight against his denim-covered balls, she dropped her head and licked a trail up his dick from base to head. He groaned deep and lifted high. She did it again, this time wrapping her tongue around the crown, taking a sucking kiss of the tip, the move prompting him to slide his hand into her hair. He tugged. He pressed. He gripped until she worked her way down his cock. When she couldn't take anymore he pulled her off, allowing her the chance to calm before he forced her down again. She took a breath through her nose and let it out, then took him a little deeper. Tears blurred her vision, but God, he felt good there, right there almost at the back of her throat.

She tightened her lips around him, sucked and rubbed the flat of her tongue against the warm, throbbing vein that ran the length of him. She'd never explored a man like this, on her own, without being prompted or asked. But she couldn't help it with Decker. Lust unfurled inside her each time she looked his way and he was displayed so nicely in her bed that she couldn't resist taking a little taste.

His hand wasn't so tight in her hair that she didn't have movement, freedom, but she liked the hold he had on her. She really, really liked it. She raised one hand to the top of her head and slid her fingers around and through his until they both had a tight clasp on her hair.

He chuckled, and she nibbled on the hard male organ between her lips.

"My girl wants it a little rough. I get it."

Rosie's gaze met his and though he was smiling, his look was hard and soft, tender and fierce, possessive and giving. If she hadn't already fallen for the damn man, that look right there, the scene taking place on her up-to-now virgin bed, would have done it for her.

"Ride me." He pulled her off his cock again. "Not that I don't love it, but…I want my dick elsewhere inside you. I want to see those tits. I want to see the shadow of your pretty pussy behind that little skirt. I want to be buried so deep you don't know what the fuck you ever did without me filling you."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Holy. Shit. The bad boy had a way with words.

~lissa

November Happenings

I've got a busy month planned so I thought I would throw out an update before we kicked off Naughty November.

All month long I will be hosting Naughty November right here on the blog. 20+ authors will be posting their steamiest erotic excerpts for you to enjoy. So please come back often and leave a comment to let the author know what you thought. This is all about the reader and we writers love your feedback.

Also, on November 3rd I have a new release. Bottoms Up will release from Resplendence Publishing. Look for more information on that in just a couple of days!

I'll also be sending out my newsletter this week, with lots of info about what's new and what's coming. Including an exclusive sneak peak at some awesome covers. You can sign up to receive my newsletter on the home page of this site.

I'm doing nano this month. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's National Novel Writing Month where writers all around the globe commit to writing a 50,000 word novel in one month. That's approx. 1,667 words per day. Now my average is already slightly higher than that but its fun to participate with other writers and have some fun. Curious about what I'm writing? Here's a huge hint: I hope to finish a certain black cougar book many of you have been asking for…

On November 10th I will be chatting live with Kris Cook over in his chat room at 8PM CT. I'm sure there will be all kinds of naughty talk so I hope you'll come by and participate.

Now if that wasn't enough to cram into one month, not even including the holiday. I am going on a week vacation to Las Vegas this month. I love Vegas and can't wait. It will be lots of fun. I'll be sure to bring back pictures.

Lissa Matthews will be kicking off the Naughty Excerpts on November 2nd. So hurry back and make sure you have some ice water!

A Vampire Tribute for Halloween

Can't let Halloween pass me by without mentioning Eric at least one more time. Right? lol

Actually we love a lot of the undead and it's been discussed a lot on The DAMM Blog this month. I hope you didn't miss it, but there are still a few more days of fun planned.

I've hung my new Eric poster, compliments of author Dahlia Rose, in my office, so I have wonderful eye candy to motivate me when I'm working or writing.

But I couldn't resist sharing the love through a few videos. As much as I love Eric, I've been a fickle girl and loved many vampires in recent history.

Enjoy!

And what will probably always be my favorite vampire line EVER!

"I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."

Thirty days – nothing but naughty excerpts for you to en...

Thirty days – nothing but naughty excerpts for you to enjoy from 20+ authors. Make this November your steamiest ever!

Lissa Matthews ~ Cara McKenna ~ Jessica Lee ~ Dee Carney

Cat Johnson ~ Eve Cassidy ~ Paige Tyler ~ Julia Rachel Barrett

Lex Valentine ~

My Kinda Wolf

With the new release of Black Moon Rising yesterday, I definitely have wolves on the brain. I've got the makings of the next story already in my head. My problem is that after season 3 of True Blood, I'm not sure i can ever see a wolf hero as anyone other than Joe. That would be as in Joe Manganiello who plays Alcide on True Blood. He's just so…Tall, and those eyes, and that hair, and those abs, and he's just so TALL…

It's nice to remember there are real men out there that look like the paranormal heroes we love to write about. And an alpha male wolf shifter should definitely look like this:

BLACK MOON RISING is NOW AVAILABLE from LOOSE ID!

It's now available on the Loose ID website

One man claims her by blood, the other by possession. One wants revenge.

At the rise of the Black Moon, Sierra is to be named the new Alpha of her pack. But first, she must take a wolf mate before she can claim the position. Problem is, she's in love with two men, one of whom is strictly forbidden. Willing to live a lie, she publicly acknowledges one and keeps the other her dirty little secret.

Nolan and Marek understand Sierra's needs. Nothing gives them more pleasure than to make her burn, body and soul. Until the pack is attacked and a temperamental stranger from the past threatens to send them spiraling apart. Now she must choose between love and duty, a decision with fatal consequences. Whoever said you could be Alpha without making the hard choices…lied.

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Talking About BDSM & Books

I attend several conventions a year and one of my favorite things to do is sit on panels. Not only do I get to talk a little bit about genres and books I love, but I get to interact with readers who generously show up and ask their questions and/or lend their support.

At the Authors After Dark convention in September I enjoyed participating in several including the cats vs. dogs shifter panel, a panel about working author promotion and a BDSM panel. All were very well attended and lots of fun but since we are lucky to have some video clips from one of them I though I would highlight the BDSM panel.

I was lucky to be included on a panel with amazing authors Dr. Charley Ferrer, Joey W. Hill, Tilly Green, Madeline Oh and Bridget Midway.

The room was packed with readers and authors with a lot of interaction between the audience and the panel members. Simply, it was a lot of fun. BDSM romance is one of my favorite genres to both read and write and it's educational to listen to others talk about their likes and dislikes in the genre. If there is one thing I've learned a long time ago is that BDSM is not a one type fits all kind of practice. I'm always learning more and savor the moments when I get to sit down with people and discuss this.

Enjoy the video clips:

Slave To Pleasure Is An ARe Bestseller

Woke up this morning to discover that Slave To Pleasure had popped into the overall Top Ten list of all books for sale at ARe.

ZOMG!

Slave to Pleasure is my BDSM Fantasy Menage that was just released a few weeks ago. Below you can find a never before seen excerpt. Enjoy!

Excerpt:

Roane turned and tugged at the sheet wrapped around Nissa making it fall to the ground in a puddle at her feet. She didn't hide or try to cover her nakedness, but instead stood tall and proud until Roane snagged her around the waist and pulled them both down onto the bed, her in his lap.

Nissa struggled against him, fighting to get up. "Hey, I wanted coffee."

"You can later. Right now you have more important things to do."

Instead of acquiescing to Roane's demand, Nissa pushed an elbow into his gut hard enough to knock the wind from him and loosen his hold on her waist. Erik started to intervene but the hard look from his friend kept him in place. He let this latest development unfold without his help.

She sprang from his lap and had almost cleared Roane's reach when his hand snaked out and grabbed her. He flung her to the bed and she landed with an oomph seconds before he landed on top of her, pinning her in place. Or so he thought.

A feminine growl sounded from Nissa, their only warning before she lifted and wrapped one of those long silken legs around Roane's neck. She rolled him to the side, forcing him against the headboard and temporarily locking him into position.

Erik pushed at his pounding dick as he watched them spar, turned on beyond belief. What had started out as a harmless tussle was growing ever more aggressive and promised someone would end up bruised before it was all over.

With little real effort, Roane broke free and flipped her to her belly, once again landing on top of her and pinning her in place. "Did you really think you could best me that easily?"

His hand reached behind him and in between her legs to what Erik could scent would be a very wet and ready pussy. Nissa's hard and heavy breathing escalated until Erik thought she'd given in to the need of her heat. Roane's thick fingers probed the folds of her cunt until she squirmed and whimpered beneath him.

"Your heat makes you vulnerable, more susceptible to your surroundings and a danger to everyone on this ship."

She instantly stilled and Erik sucked in a slow breath when he sensed the energy of the room changing. Roane had gone too far and Nissa began to pull on her magic. Before either of them could react her head slammed into Roane's face and the distinct sound of cartilage cracking filled the room, not to mention the scent and sight of blood spurting onto the bed sheets. He reared back giving Nissa the space to flip to her back and wedge her knee between them.

"No, don't." Erik rushed the bed planning to stop her before she went too far. Admittedly she was a tough woman and with proper training could likely do some serious damage, but pissing off Roane would not bode well for her.

One stride from the bed and Erik froze in place. Roane's wings shimmered orange and gold across his skin as his own power reared up in response to hers.

"Enough, princess." The calm tone of his voice should have chilled the room, but a battle of magic had begun. "I may not be able to open portals between worlds, but I'm not powerless when it comes to magic."

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The 4th Annual DAMM blog party is underway. I was able to create a brand new site for this years party so please come and visit the new party site and get into all things paranormal and halloween.

The guest list is growing longer and there will be all kinds chances to win a ton of great prizes.

If you like all things that go bump in the night, or if Halloween is one of your favorite holidays, then you don't want to miss this event!

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Happy Monday!

Eliza